Terrence Koh’s Do no doubt the dangerous of my butterfly song is a model of seduction. Placed inside a glass case and accompanied by a soundtrack, his assemblage exudes a precious delicacy, enshrining ephemera of personal and queer significance. Hair, ash, and a butterfly are composed in frail arrangement, their ephemeral qualities hinting narratives of vulnerability, loss, and violence. Combining formalism with the deeply intimate, Koh’s work conveys a quiet restraint, pointing to the structured isolation of individual existence and the fragility of human experience.